At the same time that Romon went to the Adventurers' Guild to go through the formalities. In one of the rooms of the Kramp Comptoir, Barnel, the leader of the small caravan, was talking to his son Fezia.

Fezia was a young man with pale blonde hair and a prominent hooked nose on his face. He has a well-proportioned figure and shows a certain warrior quality.

"Fezia. Barn looked at him kindly, calling him by name, "What do you think, what do you think of the young druid?"

"Father!" said Fezia, who did not answer immediately, but frowned and pondered for a moment, before saying in a very affirmative tone, "this is a man of great talent, and at the same time a very experienced man. I heard that he used to work as a buddy in Mott's shop, and maybe he learned something at that time. ”

There was a look of satisfaction on Barn's face, but it quickly disappeared again: "So, Fezia, are you optimistic about his future?"

Fezia was stunned, but he immediately replied: "Yes, father, I am optimistic about his future, a young man of great talent who is experienced in all things, and if bad luck does not patronize him, he will succeed." ”

Barn laughed with satisfaction, this time he was no longer restrained: "It's far better to deal with a lion cub than to face a male lion." Fezia, since you are optimistic about Romón's future, then you are like a businessman, invest. ”

As he spoke, Barn took out a roll of parchment from his bosom, which was properly sealed with fire wax, and on which was a pattern printed, which was the mark of Barn's caravan.

Fezia's gaze fell on the index finger of his father's right hand, where there was a ring that served as a caravan seal, and there were wax marks on the ring.

"The Sackville Master in the city, a respected magician, is an old friend of mine, and he approached me some time ago to ask me to find some junior priests or druid-type spellcasters for him, and he needed someone to make a batch of healing potions for him. After all, a mage can make most potions, but they can't be used as healing potions. Now, Fezia, because of your choice, I have decided to recommend Romon to him, and you will give this letter of recommendation to Romon . Romon is running out of money right now, and I'm sure you'll make him feel your kindness. ”

Barn solemnly handed the letter of recommendation to his son.

Fezia nodded, took it and put it away cautiously: "Father, I'll go to the Adventurer's Guild to find him now." ”

Barn nodded, "You go." ”

As Fezia walked to the door, she heard her father behind her whisper, "It is said that wine is the touchstone of taste, and women are the weight of the scales of sin." ”

Fezia's heart warmed, and a smile could not help but appear on his face. It was a sunny afternoon.

By the time Romon walked out of the Adventurers' Guild, the red clouds in the western sky had already covered most of the sky.

"Romon!" a voice called him.

He came back from thinking about the future and turned his head, where a young man stood and waved at him.

Romon knew him, the son of the leader of the caravan of Barn, Fezia.

In Romón's impression, Fezia was a very sophisticated businessman, probably thanks to Barn's tutelage, and the only thing that belonged to a young man in Fezia was probably a slightly delusional ambition in his heart.

"Hi Fezia. Romon waved his hand as well.

"Romon, how about we find a place to have a drink?" said Fezia, naturally.

As a former professional, Romon naturally knows what Fezia's words mean: Romong, I have something to look for you.

"Okay. I heard the old man say that alcohol can cure hangover. Romon smiled heartily and walked over.

"Yes? I've heard that Old Vilen's bar has a home-brewed cider that tastes very good. Fezia licked her tongue, "To celebrate you becoming an adventurer, how about I please this time?"

"You're welcome. Romon patted Fezia on the shoulder.

When the two of them arrived at Old Viren's Bar in the east of the city, it was already slightly dark. There weren't many people in the bar. Probably, a little later, adventurers will come here to get drunk.

A chubby, balding old man greeted warmly from behind the counter, "Hey, two young men, what do you want to drink?"

"Old Viren, bring out your wine. Two cups. Fezia held out two fingers and said with a grin, then found a table in the back and sat down, and pulled the chair open for Romon with his hand.

Luo Meng sat down with a smile, but his heart was a little shocked, the old man who stood behind the counter and greeted the guests with a smile had a thin layer of spiritual light on his body, which was blood-like red, which not only showed the strong vitality of the master, but also showed that the killing taste of the flesh showed that when this person was young, he also broke through countless fights.

Luo Meng, who had solidified the detection aura, knew deeply that this old man should be a fifth-level warrior.

Knowing this, Romon looked around again, several people in the bar, most of them were adventurers, and their expressions were indeed more deliberately restrained than the adventurers he had seen in the small shop of the Motts before.

Luo Meng groaned slightly, and suddenly smiled at Fezia: "This Uncle Viren, when he was young, was not a simple character. ”

Fezia had a look on her face that was a mixture of surprise and admiration: "How do you know?"

Romon smiled: "You know, I used to work as a buddy in a hotel, and adventurers always like to be noisy, but here, when I came in just now, I found that everyone was a little restrained, and then, I observed for a while, and found that they always look at Old Viren behind the counter, then, if I look closely at Old Viren, my conclusion is not difficult to come to a conclusion." ”

Fezia applauded softly: "Perhaps, only a person as perceptive as you will receive the grace of nature." ”

Luo Meng smiled, in fact, many things, once the result is known, go back and trace the clues in advance, it is just as simple as viewing the pattern in the palm of your hand.

At this time, the tall waitress came over with two glasses of wine.

"Romong. Would you like something to eat?" asked Fezia, "perhaps it would be a good idea for this charming girl to recommend the specialty dishes of the store." By the way, sweet girl, what's your name?" said Fezia, turning to reveal a man's smiling face.

"Yvette, distinguished guest. The waitress playfully lifted the corner of her skirt, squatted slightly, and in an instant, a snow-white piece of snow on her chest dazzled the eyes of the two: there seemed to be a vacuum inside.

"Oh, you're so charming, like a princess. Fezia said exaggeratedly.

Luo Meng smiled faintly on the side, after graduating from college in his previous life, he had worked as a small white-collar worker for a short time, and he had also accompanied his boss to haunt various places in Fengyue, such a scene made him feel melancholy in his heart, so he raised his glass: "A toast to the lovely Yvette." ”

"A toast to the lovely Yvette!" the few customers in the store actually raised their glasses in their hands when they heard this.

The atmosphere of the bar suddenly became lively. Wine and women always make men presumptuous.

"Little handsome guy. Yvette leaned over and pecked Romon on the lips, "I prefer yellow gold coins to your sweet words." ”

The heckling was louder.

At this time, a sharp voice rang out: "Yvette, you, you actually fell in love with this little white face!"

Romon looked at the young man who pushed open the hotel door and walked in angrily, and couldn't help touching his face and smiling bitterly: What is this? In Rika, misunderstood by the narrow-minded priest Tenis, is the same scene going to be repeated in the small hotel of Aps?

Old Veren stopped wiping the flask, and he slowly swallowed and walked out from behind the counter, and then just blocked the way in front of the visitor.

"Listen, lad, my Yvette is free, whoever she likes or dislikes, it's her freedom. She doesn't like you pestering her, so old Viren doesn't welcome you either. ”

"You lowly bar owner, how dare you talk to me like that? Do you know who I am? My Jacob has a crush on your daughter......" The young man seemed to be enraged, but he could no longer say what he said next—old Viren simply stretched out a hand, grabbed Jacob's neck, and threw a young man of more than a hundred pounds onto the gravel road outside the bar.

A gloating sniggling chuckle rang out from the bar.

Romon stood up suddenly, and just outside the bar, a magical force was violently transforming into the power of flames, accompanied by bursts of magical words, this is ......

However, Old Viren's reaction was far faster than Romon's, he quickly rushed out of the door, and in Romon's special vision, the blood-colored red light on Velen's body suddenly jumped like flames, and pulled out a red afterimage with his rushing figure.

The ground shook slightly, and there was a scream, and then it stopped dumbly as if it had been choked by the neck.

Old Wei Lun's rough voice sounded: "A first-level rookie mage also dares to cast the Palm of Flame and run rampant in our Aps. You don't want to ask who my old Veron is?"

"This person is not simple, we Aps, we will draw the camp out at once. "Flame Palm?First-level Spell?" Romon lowered his head and took a sip from the wooden wine glass, thinking, "Sure enough, if an adventurer wants to survive the battle and enjoy a happy old age, it is not enough to have muscles alone. ”

Fezia whistled: "A beautiful charge, and then a perfect trampling finish, old Veron is still as powerful as when he was young." Aren't you going to take a look?" said Fezia to Romon as she swarmed out to see the lively drinkers, "after all, that poor Mr. Badbu had such a miserable result because of your jealousy. ”

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